"Gottex stay here on the Lookout. Anyone you don't recognize arrives, kill them." You command with cold fury, though frankly she couldn't leave without help, without the ability to fly. The baby clad in the uniform of the wise and the old nods solemnly, pulling herself up by Kami's cane.
"Mr Popo will keep you company." You tell her, before vanishing from even her enhanced vision.
[5.4]
Stretching your Green Energy higher you spot the column of light from the Dragonballs. The great red dragon fading out as you force yourself faster.
A pulse of force hits you like a Super Saiyan punch to the gut, but then your Emerald Energy takes hold of it, dissolving the connection. A pulse of force hits you like a Super Saiyan punch to the gut, slamming through your Green Energies as if it wasn't there to affect your unaltered soul. You force yourself through it as you spot the column splitting into seven lines. Grabbing the first easily, you feel the force pull back, and with it take a portion of you.
[5.4] [16]
You yell and move forward, confused to find your Perfect self lacking something, smaller than you were. The second ball you pluck from the air, casually holding them as they tug against your grip.
[5.3] [14]
The pressure increases, fueled by mystical power. You bring your power to bear, but it already has it's hooks into you. The moment of resistance has passed and each moment after the Wish Energy sinks deeper inside you, siphoning away more and more of your titanic potential. You feel yourself slowing down as the Dragonballs get further and further away. BUT YOU CANNOT! The third and the fourth join your collection.
[5.7] [10]
[5.3]
[5.5]
Your body aches, burns, the very Energy that you are cannot help but Burn your body. Legendary Energies fight against implacable, titanic Wish Power that bears upon it forced consent. You growl ferally, eyes focused on your prizes ahead.
The fifth dragonball, then the sixth. Stuffed under your Gi, they strain with mere mortal force to be free and even that quells slowly now their flight has been interrupted.
[5.1] [5]
You scream, your three year old body shaking with effort as you hold within you a thousandfold more than you could ever sustain. Your skin blisters and emerald light shines through like a lantern through paper. In the upper stratosphere you slow down, the final Dragonball racing away ahead of you.
[1] [1]
You gasp for air in the upper atmosphere, fingers stretched out, barely touching the flying orb. Scrabbling for a grip on the sleek Dragonball as the colour leeches from your hair. You are not the LEGEND, you are not Legendary enough to achieve the form.
You are Gossard Briefs, half-human and with the lack of potential that implies. A vast suction in your soul leading to the planet below. Tears boil away from your cheeks as you freeze in the unnatural tugging cold.
You feel gravity take hold. Pulling you back down to Earth.
A Dragonball clutched in your fist.
---
Your soul is overburdened, and it burns. An enormous amount of Ki strains inside you, like air inside an overinflated balloon. With every possible outlet it tries to pour through.
Your skin shines as you develop an entirely natural aura of flames. The heat of reentry nothing but tingling to your majesty, but each speck of Ki used to protect against that comes with it a dozen more bursting out wasted and forever gone.
You strain and struggle for the Legendary form again, but no matter how many times you twist the Green within you it does not respond. Cannot respond. It only responds to Legends after all.
And a pathetic brat with the lowest potential possible for a lifeform cannot possibly be Legendary.
The ground rises in your view. Details ever so slowly picking their way out.
And with strained, painstakingly small, emissions of Power you guide your way. You cannot spend frivolously, for it will not come back, so you simply guide your fall at the concentration of Power. The place where the column had appeared.
The location of Garlic Junior. Whose power you can feel, power welling up, burgeoning into the thousands, tens of thousands, above.
Power stolen from you. Potential stolen from you.
---
You land at terminal velocity in the courtyard of a destroyed castle. Onyx eyes glare hatred at the small green man in front of you, setting the Dragonballs on a nearby pile of rubble.
"Ah, so you do maintain some measure of strength. Still, it won't be for long hahaha." The thing laughs. Surrounding him are three other green men who all assume fighting stances when they see you. Standing behind them, looking blankly at nothing, is Mister Piccolo. A stylized chess-piece castle marking his forehead.
"What did you do." You demand, shifting into the limiting stance of the Turtle. You keep your durability low however, your skin no longer pulsing with Ki freeing itself, though within you feel the same pressure remaining.
"One single Wish monkeyboy. A wish to solve all of my problems. I wished for the potential and the power of every True Martial Artist on the planet, and their descendants. And look what I got!" A casual flick of his wrist and a mountain in the distance detonates.
"Oh it is such a rush! And to think, I was going to wish for Immortality first. But then you came along, with your aura of Death and Despair, your colossal Power! Of course, the Dragonballs on their own couldn't strip everyone, no many of you exceeded the strength imbued upon it's creation. But fortunately, I had it's creator here, ready and not-so-willing to improve them, a little Super kickstart. Give them a little, software patch, so to say. You'd know about that, little Briefs, son of that horrid blue-haired bit-"
You see red for a second, and before you realize it you are putting a fist through Garlic Junior's face. Only to pale when it simply shifts his head slightly, his eyes locked on you.
"-tch. Heh. Precocious Brat!" He punctuates the last word by burying his hand into your stomach.
"Leave my brother alone if you wish to live." You hear the call as a golden-haired Demi-Saiyan lands, within his palms two glowing orbs of Power form "The only, and I do mean sole, person allowed to inflict grievous bodily harm upon his physical or mental form is his twin the half-saiyan half-human monozygotic twin otherwise known as Gohan Theodore Briefs, or colloquially ME. So step away before I render each and every organ you possess into a fragmentary state and proceed to force you to ingest them at the same time AS MY FIST!
"What?" The Makyan blinks.
"Heh..." you cough, smirking as you interpret "Step away or he will ram your own organs down your throat. Also his middle name is Theodore."
"Not the time Gossard." he growls, teal eyes locked onto Garlic.
Mister Piccolo stirs, his eyes refocusing, on you. He growls like a rabid beast, but shifts fluidly into Gohan's favored stance. The three other Makyans look conflicted, between which twin to attack.
What Do?
[X] Be Gossard
-[X] Look at Gohan, look at the power he wields, the power he STILL HAS. You want it, you want to be STRONG, you want to make the enemy hurt. You want to avenge Momma's honor, you want to avenge Gottex, you want Mr. Piccolo back!
-[X] This is your fight, YOU ARE FIRSTBORN, YOU ARE THE LEGENDARY SAIYAN PRINCE! YOU WILL NOT LOSE TO A LOWLY THIEF!
-[X] But you cannot feel the Green, are you not a Legend? NO! You are BETTER, STRONGER, YOU MUST WIN! YOU WILL NOT LOSE TO TRICKERY, YOU WILL NEVER BE A WEAKLING!
-[X] You cannot be weak, you cannot lose now, this is not happening. AT ALL! You are Gossard Briefs and YOU ARE STRONG. You reject a reality where you are weak, where strength can be stolen. YOU. WILL. WIN!
[ ] Be Gohan
-[ ] How do you fight Garlic?